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Ce Va Sans Dire Video (MV)




Performed By: Mallom
Language: English
Length: 2:38
Written by: Mallom Liggon




Mallom - Ce Va Sans Dire Lyrics




Parisian Summers
Shopping champs de ellese
That's Shan duh lease aye
Then catch a flight back to LA
In the city where it never rains
Yet she stay wet and I like that
Titties so fat suck em from the back
Yeah they try shit never react
I just... lean back relax smoke a pack with the homie Ju never confuse
What I came to do ain't come to shoot
Aint come to duke it out
UNC
So pardon me if a nigga rude
Merci bo coup
But I ain't
Got mercy for you
Then I
Lane switch
Give her dick gripping on her hips
And proceed to dip
Like some queso
Tell em add cheese to the payroll if I say so
And I tell her

I'll prolly f*ck you when I'm famous
I'll prolly f*ck you when I make it
And there's No reason to explain it
Just take a breath and smell the fragrance
Moms pulling shifts seeing patients
So if by chance that I ever make it
I cop a Rollie for her patience
And I cop Rollie's for her patients
Know she tired of waiting

I hit it from the side something like a thorn
(Holdup)
I hit from the side something like a thorn
Then woke up and forget her like I'm jason bourne
Italian coupe with the devil's horns
Yellow Gold chain same color corn
Dead presidents that I never mourn
And a body count like I star in porn

Okay now that's a cap
But can't you let a broke nigga rap
Back to the scheduled program

Carte Blanche when I'm out in France with the Greek Connection
Mavrileon if you're interested
Out in Ireland I got affiliations
O Gara at the table business conversations
Dibagio Italian innovations
Pick 6 Hoe's that's an interception
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Parisian Summers
Shopping champs de ellese
That's Shan duh lease aye
Then catch a flight back to LA
In the city where it never rains
Yet she stay wet and I like that
Titties so fat suck em from the back
Yeah they try shit never react
I just... lean back relax smoke a pack with the homie Ju never confuse
What I came to do ain't come to shoot
Aint come to duke it out
UNC
So pardon me if a nigga rude
Merci bo coup
But I ain't
Got mercy for you
Then I
Lane switch
Give her dick gripping on her hips
And proceed to dip
Like some queso
Tell em add cheese to the payroll if I say so
And I tell her

I'll prolly f*ck you when I'm famous
I'll prolly f*ck you when I make it
And there's No reason to explain it
Just take a breath and smell the fragrance
Moms pulling shifts seeing patients
So if by chance that I ever make it
I cop a Rollie for her patience
And I cop Rollie's for her patients
Know she tired of waiting

I hit it from the side something like a thorn
(Holdup)
I hit from the side something like a thorn
Then woke up and forget her like I'm jason bourne
Italian coupe with the devil's horns
Yellow Gold chain same color corn
Dead presidents that I never mourn
And a body count like I star in porn

Okay now that's a cap
But can't you let a broke nigga rap
Back to the scheduled program

Carte Blanche when I'm out in France with the Greek Connection
Mavrileon if you're interested
Out in Ireland I got affiliations
O Gara at the table business conversations
Dibagio Italian innovations
Pick 6 Hoe's that's an interception
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Writer: Mallom Liggon
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